Saturday, August 6, 2011

Myself, I Would Like to Collect Assault Weapons.

Today, my seven year old nephew Oskar came over. He was wearing a Ramones shirt, jeans, and black boots.

As a seven year old, I was building lego, watching Tin-Tin, and sitting on our front fence at the family house in Surry Hills, pretending to shoot the drivers that drove past.

I talked to Oskar a bit about the Ramones until my sister Margaret leans over and says: "He's getting into Black Flag at the moment."

I can't work out whether it is Oskar or me that missed out on something intrinsic in childhood.

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